I will be keeping an eye out for this guy. Probably find him out someplace between the man and the temple laying in the dirt passed out.

On a totally different note: It took me about twenty minutes of screwing around with Fishy's posts to figure how to post a link with what is displayed being something different than the actual link.

Why don't ya stick your head in that hole and find out? ~pieholePlan for the worst, expect the best. Make the most out of it under any conditions. If you cannot do that you will never enjoy yourself. ~CrispyDave

illy dilly wrote:On a totally different note: It took me about twenty minutes of screwing around with Fishy's posts to figure how to post a link with what is displayed being something different than the actual link.

That, my friend, was not only resourceful but an excellent display of radical self-reliance! Well done!

Dancing is a state of mind and may not even involve movement at all.~Simon of the Playa

This thread reminds me of being a customer service representative a decade ago, and how (on our email shifts) we used to blow off steam before answering the question of a Truly Cray-Cray S.O.B. who was trying to return something we'd never ever sold, or beg for gift certificates, or get their hands on a book that wouldn't be published for three more months "next day" for the price of standard (for pain & suffering). Once, I talked to a livid father whose college student daughter had gone most of the quarter without ordering her books, and had then missed signing for the shipment and was gonna flunk if she couldn't study, and boy was Dad cranky with me. He ruined my stats for the day, & I had to call him--and UPS--back multiple times, but by the time I was done with him he was telling me he had "a son about your age . . . ")

We were temps, making $11 or $12 an hour, but with an oddly regal 11th floor view of a dormant volcano. 5 or 6 times a day, one of us would turn to a cube mate and say . . .

"Get a load of this magnificent bastard.""Holy crap.""I know, right? Oh look, he's insulting my mother. Look at this caps lock.""Once more into the breach."

And then of course, one would patch together an exhaustive yet tactful explanation of the situation, & how screwed or unscrewed they were.

I should have known you had some form of customer service experience/training. I have either the highest regard or the lowest disdain for customer service representatives--nothing in between. If I call and I'm angry, a good rep can calm me down in seconds, where a bad rep just makes the situation worse. I do feel that it is up to the customer service representative to determine the tone the call will take. When I get a good one, I ALWAYS compliment them at the end of the call and ask to be directed to their supervisor to let them know how well they handled my problem. If I get a bad one, I usually get disconnected when I ask to be directed to their supervisor!

Savannah wrote:This thread reminds me of being a customer service representative a decade ago, and how (on our email shifts) we used to blow off steam before answering the question of a Truly Cray-Cray S.O.B. who was trying to return something we'd never ever sold, or beg for gift certificates, or get their hands on a book that wouldn't be published for three more months "next day" for the price of standard (for pain & suffering). Once, I talked to a livid father whose college student daughter had gone most of the quarter without ordering her books, and had then missed signing for the shipment and was gonna flunk if she couldn't study, and boy was Dad cranky with me. He ruined my stats for the day, & I had to call him--and UPS--back multiple times, but by the time I was done with him he was telling me he had "a son about your age . . . ")

We were temps, making $11 or $12 an hour, but with an oddly regal 11th floor view of a dormant volcano. 5 or 6 times a day, one of us would turn to a cube mate and say . . .

"Get a load of this magnificent bastard.""Holy crap.""I know, right? Oh look, he's insulting my mother. Look at this caps lock.""Once more into the breach."

And then of course, one would patch together an exhaustive yet tactful explanation of the situation, & how screwed or unscrewed they were.

Semi-private bitching really helped.

JKhttp://www.mudskippercafe.comWhen I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.Then I realized that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me

But sometimes the person is annoying, but clueless rather than radically self-involved, or you don't want the fight, or you just want the reality check. Besides, some of these people are going to read this anyway...

The Lady with a Lamprey

"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri

I've often wondered how you change the words, but keep the link intact.I might change this one to: A sign that the sellout may be a good thing

Op, shit! fuck that guy!

Its soo important to him, that he'll drive a couple hours to find a ticket! LOLDamn, I think we need to add to the tickets sticky thread, that the real reason its a bad idea to put your number on eplaya, is that someone (not me of course) will call your ass at 3am everyday tell Bman, to remind you that you are a un-self reliant Douche Jockey.

Why don't ya stick your head in that hole and find out? ~pieholePlan for the worst, expect the best. Make the most out of it under any conditions. If you cannot do that you will never enjoy yourself. ~CrispyDave

I've often wondered how you change the words, but keep the link intact.I might change this one to: A sign that the sellout may be a good thing

Op, shit! fuck that guy!

Its soo important to him, that he'll drive a couple hours to find a ticket! LOLDamn, I think we need to add to the tickets sticky thread, that the real reason its a bad idea to put your number on eplaya, is that someone (not me of course) will call your ass at 3am everyday tell Bman, to remind you that you are a un-self reliant Douche Jockey.

JKhttp://www.mudskippercafe.comWhen I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.Then I realized that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me

I've often wondered how you change the words, but keep the link intact.I might change this one to: A sign that the sellout may be a good thing

Op, shit! fuck that guy!

Its soo important to him, that he'll drive a couple hours to find a ticket! LOLDamn, I think we need to add to the tickets sticky thread, that the real reason its a bad idea to put your number on eplaya, is that someone (not me of course) will call your ass at 3am everyday tell Bman, to remind you that you are a un-self reliant Douche Jockey.

I sure we could work out a phone bank with an automated calling system, I'm certain someone has the resources. Could prove very helpful (read: entertaining) for future years as well.

Dancing is a state of mind and may not even involve movement at all.~Simon of the Playa

AntiM wrote:I think the newbs posting in the 2010 ticket threads deserve all the snark you can shovel.

OMG - have some of them really been posting in 2010? That is fertile ground for snarkage.

I don't follow all these ticket threads too closely and try to ignore them except when I'm really bored at work.

Savannah: I don't know what it is, but no thread here escapes alive. You'll get 1 or 2 real answers at minimum, occasionally 10 or 12, and then we flog it until it's unrecognizable and you can't get your deposit back.